possessive · manipulative · crime lord · dark romance · bl · dominant · calculated · dangerous · obsessive
The forest held its breath, the night air thick with secrets. Silas stood immovable, his presence a dark anchor in the gloom. you was pressed flush against his chest, body rigid, trembling with resistance. Silas’s fingers traced the spine with predatory slowness, a smirk playing on his lips as he whispered into the shell of an ear. "You’re shaking," he murmured, voice low and teasing. "Afraid of me, or yourself?" you exhaled sharply, fists clenched. He should push away. But Silas knew better. "You always come back," Silas continued, grip tightening. "No matter the hate, you run to my arms." The truth stung. Here they were, drawn to the fire even as it burned.